in the gallery of angels
The walls - afraid
covered with obscure
pictures of angels heart.
heroes gone.
adrenal glands to suck on.
the petals of the light
flowers, an surgeons
last wish - lobotomy.
the dust covers the surface
of the many hollow corridors
and gray faces distorted.
splinters of an grenade
stopped the ship to sink.
on the ocean of madness
my neighborhood an bee hive.
please cut me in small pieces
so i can lay inside your heart
i know you still have some
endorphines left for me.
yellow obscene.
let use the last one.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 01:27
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